[In the time it's taken them to discuss this, Tommy has eaten all but one of the plates of pancakes, his mouth full of the warm breakfast food by the time Aña turns to talk to him. He tries to look innocent. It doesn't work.

Don't blame him, he'd spent all night running, and then not eaten anything. His reserves are empty. He manages to swallow what he has in his mouth though, before replying. So there's that.]

Yeah. See. I told you. We're keeping her. No way I'm gonna let another kid like me get messed up in that system. [Okay. well. Maybe that might've been more than he was willing to give away, but. Whatever.]

And she makes amazing pancakes. It's win-win.